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“Yeah,” she breathed, staring at him. “We’ve been together for a little over a month.”
“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” Why would she? It wasn’t like Abbie ever called her up to update her on her life. “Well, your father and I would love to meet him.”
“Really?” Abbie gaped at the phone. This could not be her mother. There was no way.
“Of course.”
Something about this whole thing felt wrong. Maybe her mother had been abducted by aliens and given a lobotomy. That could be the only explanation as to why she was suddenly…nice? No, nice wasn’t the right word. Pleasant? Tolerable?
“We’ll see you both tomorrow night at eight.”
“See you then.”
The line went dead, but Abbie kept the phone pressed to her ear, still not believing any of this. It was insane. Everything about it was insane.
“Abbie?” Jett asked gently. “You okay, baby girl?”
She dropped her phone to her lap as she stared up at him. He watched her carefully, like he was waiting for her to freak out.
But she couldn’t freak out, not with the million things currently going through her mind. What game was her mother playing? What did she have planned? Was this another ploy to get her to move back home?
If her inheritance wasn’t enough to get her to move back home, her mother pretending to be nice for a night wouldn’t be enough either.
She froze.
The money. Her inheritance.
She hadn’t told Jett about it. Not because she was hiding it, but how did you just tell someone you have a quarter of a million dollars coming your way in a few years? Would he be mad? Was he going to freak out?
Her mother would definitely tell him. She knew she would. Whether as a way to try to convince her to rethink her decision, or a way to test Jett’s loyalty to her, it didn’t matter. She knew her mother would bring it up, and if he found out like that, it would upset him a lot more than if she just told him now.
But she didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to look at her differently. She didn’t think he would, but he might. He was a dominant guy, the type of man who had to be in charge. Did that mean if she had more money than him, he’d feel inadequate? Would he not want to be with her anymore?
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Jett asked, sitting on the floor beside her. “Shit. Breathe, baby girl. Breathe.” She twisted her hands together in her lap. She hadn’t even realized she’d been holding her breath.
“I’m rich,” she blurted, and his eyes widened.
“What?”
She dropped her head into her hands, covering her face. Why did she say it like that? Idiot. She was the biggest idiot ever.
“Abbie?”
She had to talk to him. She didn’t have a choice but to tell him now, but she didn’t want to. Why did she blurt it out like that?
“Abbie.” He rested his hand on her back. “Talk to me, baby. You’re freaking me out.”
With a deep breath, she spread her fingers and glanced up at him. He was staring down at her worriedly. “I’m rich,” she said again. He gently tugged her hands away from her face, but she pulled them away. “Like, rich rich.”
“Okay,” he said, drawing the word out. “You’re rich. So what?”
“No,” she groaned. “You don’t understand.”
“What is there to not understand?” he asked. “You have money. Pretty self explanatory.”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s not like a few million dollars wealthy, Jett. We’re—my parents—they’re rich. Like, you know when people say eat the rich?” He nodded. “It’s them they’re talking about.” His lips twitched, but it wasn’t funny. He still wasn’t getting it.
“So, what’s the big deal?” he asked. “I’ve dealt with rich people before.”
